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I woke up this morning and I have been eating like shit so of course, I got on the scale. Mistake! Big mistake!
I figured I could continue to fall apart or perhaps I could get my shit together and do something about it. Tough decision but I decided that I should go get a REALLY HARD workout and try to get myself going in a positive direction.
Therefore I went to a different spin place called The Cycle Loft, which is always harder. First they have a system where you can see where you are in comparison to others (I always lose) and second the music and energy and better and third the bikes are also better.
So I went to spin there and worked out really, really hard although I was beaten by the girl on my left named “Sundance” and a pregnant woman on the right. Yeah, I basically suck.
At any rate a burned a ton of calories and that’s pretty much the point I suppose and I was on my way home. Did I mention it was raining? It was, it’s a crappy day.
I’m driving home and getting towards a turnoff when the bozo two cars in front of me takes about a year to turn right so both the car in front of me and myself end up stopping. I told you the guy took forever; probably a gray hair because they were turning into a diner.
Unfortunately for the person behind me, they didn’t stop and they hit my car. It didn’t seem like a very hard bump but I turned into the diner, as did the person behind me and a “witness” to the accident.
I got out of my car and it looked liked I just had some black from the bumper on my bumper and I started scraping it to see if it would come off. It seemed like it would so I walk around the car and there’s a girl crying and shaking and of course, it’s “Sundance” from my spin class. What are the odds?
I tell her I think my car’s fine and it’ll scrape off but I can see she’s a mess. Of course I have daughters so I HAVE to take care of her. I tell her its “all right” and then I have to hug her and get her to breathe in through her nose and out her mouth to calm down.
She’s still a mess so I hug her again and walk her to the front of her car. There’s a small crack and I tell her she might want to fix that but it’s no big deal and then I have to take about 5 minutes so make sure she won’t pass out.
I finally leave and she promises not to drive yet because her adrenalin is probably going crazy although how she has any left after that class I don’t even know.
I call Kevin who says that he’s sure I did a crappy job checking my car and did I exchange information (no) and I probably should have (maybe but whatever) and that of course I was more worried about her then my car (duh) and I’m a much better person then people know.
So that was my morning. Exciting huh?